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Through the Eyes of a Child She is a beautiful two-year-old child with blonde hair and bright blue eyes Her lips are like little rose buds and her enthusiastic smile can warm the coldest of hearts Her name is Serenity She is my grandchild and she stole my heart the day she was born Serenity was born on an early summer afternoon in June As the nurse handed her to me our eyes met and a tear rolled down my cheek This darling little grandchild is the daughter of my daughter and represents the third generation of my family This is very important to me as I was adopted I have spent the majority of my life without biologically related family members and the significance of having genetically related family is monumental As I gently rocked her I nuzzled her soft black hair and gently kissed her I softly rubbed her tiny little body as it rested next to my heart It appeared that she could hear the soft beat of my heart which seemed to soothe her as we quietly rocked It was at that moment that I realized that this love would last a lifetime In the early summer of the following year Serenity would come to my house on Saturdays while her mother attended class The two of us would go out in the back yard water the flowers and work in the garden and play On one particular Saturday when she had just started to walk Serenity decided to venture out on her own and smell the flowers I laughed heartily as she wobble like a drunken sailor over to the flowers tried to sniff the roses that had enticed her only to blow out though her nose instead of breathing inward Watching this precious child her innocence her sense of wonder her curiosity made me realize how great it is to be alive I have

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